ghost ficlet
Title: "Haunted Eyes" (500 words)
Author: Jimbo
Fandom: 'Pirates of the Caribbean'
Characters/Pairings: Will/Bootstrap
Date: November 27, 2006
Challenge: #6 at pirates_500, 'ghosts'
Warnings: Slashy, incest (I'm calling it Turnercest).
Author's Notes: This is my first POTC fic, but this particular bunny had been hopping in my head since I saw the movie.
Will woke with a start, wresting himself from a nightmare's grip as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. His back still seemed to burn with the memory of the lash, and he realized that the flogging received by his father's hand on The Flying Dutchman still haunted him. Yet he knew he would have chosen to have the man with him even if it had meant a beating every day of his life.
"Will," said a familiar voice.
Will's eyes widened and gooseflesh erupted on his arms. His father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, was still indentured by the dreaded Davy Jones. He couldn't be in a noisy inn on Tortuga! He reached clumsily for the lamp near the bed and opened the shade. "Step into the light!" he demanded.
The man who materialized out of the shadows bore little resemblance to the tortured figure he had seen on The Flying Dutchman. No crusty growths stuck to his face or hands, and his eyes were calm and clear.
But Will knew those haunted eyes. His father's eyes.
"I can only stay for a short time," he said, lifting a hand to ward off Will's questions. "We mustn't waste it."
Was he real? Was he a remnant of Will's nightmare or a residual effect of too much rum?
"Turn around, Will. Lie on your belly."
He complied, shivering a little as his father pulled back the sheet and exposed his bare back. Strong fingers traced his spine, lingering on the marks left by the lash. Then something soft and warm played over the tender flesh, and it took a moment before Will realized what it was.
His father's lips.
Now he shuddered, equally enthralled and horrified by the strong reaction he had to his father's ministrations. He reached up and gripped his pillow with a shaking hand, wanting to grind his crotch into the mattress and unable to imagine a way to do so unobtrusively. Then he realized it was unnecessary. His father, while continuing to kiss his exposed back, now pressed down on Will's backside with a strong hand, purposely creating a considerable amount of welcome friction.
"Father," Will said helplessly into the pillow.
"Shhh. Let me do this. Let me take your pain away," he said, his breath warm against Will's skin.
Any physical or psychological pain Will might have endured was long forgotten as he gave himself up to his father's touch, both gentle and, in turn, insistent. His father stroked the small of Will's back and kneaded his buttocks, moving him up and down against the lumpy mattress. Will couldn't suppress a moan when he finally climaxed.
This time the kiss was on the back of Will's neck, lingering. "Goodbye, son."
Will could barely make out the words over the sound of his own breathing. He pushed himself up and caught sight of familiar, haunted eyes disappearing into the darkness.
"Father," he said, pleading. "Wait!"
But even as he said it, Will knew his father was gone.
Again.
The End
Author: Jimbo
Fandom: 'Pirates of the Caribbean'
Characters/Pairings: Will/Bootstrap
Date: November 27, 2006
Challenge: #6 at pirates_500, 'ghosts'
Warnings: Slashy, incest (I'm calling it Turnercest).
Author's Notes: This is my first POTC fic, but this particular bunny had been hopping in my head since I saw the movie.
Will woke with a start, wresting himself from a nightmare's grip as his eyes adjusted to the dark room. His back still seemed to burn with the memory of the lash, and he realized that the flogging received by his father's hand on The Flying Dutchman still haunted him. Yet he knew he would have chosen to have the man with him even if it had meant a beating every day of his life.
"Will," said a familiar voice.
Will's eyes widened and gooseflesh erupted on his arms. His father, Bootstrap Bill Turner, was still indentured by the dreaded Davy Jones. He couldn't be in a noisy inn on Tortuga! He reached clumsily for the lamp near the bed and opened the shade. "Step into the light!" he demanded.
The man who materialized out of the shadows bore little resemblance to the tortured figure he had seen on The Flying Dutchman. No crusty growths stuck to his face or hands, and his eyes were calm and clear.
But Will knew those haunted eyes. His father's eyes.
"I can only stay for a short time," he said, lifting a hand to ward off Will's questions. "We mustn't waste it."
Was he real? Was he a remnant of Will's nightmare or a residual effect of too much rum?
"Turn around, Will. Lie on your belly."
He complied, shivering a little as his father pulled back the sheet and exposed his bare back. Strong fingers traced his spine, lingering on the marks left by the lash. Then something soft and warm played over the tender flesh, and it took a moment before Will realized what it was.
His father's lips.
Now he shuddered, equally enthralled and horrified by the strong reaction he had to his father's ministrations. He reached up and gripped his pillow with a shaking hand, wanting to grind his crotch into the mattress and unable to imagine a way to do so unobtrusively. Then he realized it was unnecessary. His father, while continuing to kiss his exposed back, now pressed down on Will's backside with a strong hand, purposely creating a considerable amount of welcome friction.
"Father," Will said helplessly into the pillow.
"Shhh. Let me do this. Let me take your pain away," he said, his breath warm against Will's skin.
Any physical or psychological pain Will might have endured was long forgotten as he gave himself up to his father's touch, both gentle and, in turn, insistent. His father stroked the small of Will's back and kneaded his buttocks, moving him up and down against the lumpy mattress. Will couldn't suppress a moan when he finally climaxed.
This time the kiss was on the back of Will's neck, lingering. "Goodbye, son."
Will could barely make out the words over the sound of his own breathing. He pushed himself up and caught sight of familiar, haunted eyes disappearing into the darkness.
"Father," he said, pleading. "Wait!"
But even as he said it, Will knew his father was gone.
Again.
The End